Shiver, shiver, sweat. Shiver, shiver, sweat.
“Mom? I don’t feel good.”
“Oh no. How can I help?”
“Well, I just have to go to school today. We’re having a party for Ms. Laura to celebrate her new baby.”
“Oh, hon, you shouldn’t try to do everything if you’re sick. You need to take care of yourself.”
“I know, but I want to go.”
“You can’t get her sick. Take the rest of the day off and I can watch the girls.”
(grumbling), “Thanks, Mom.”
Forty one years and I still need her like Ellie needs me.